Now, you might be thinking that I'm praising our neighbor to the north in my headline because they have universal healthcare, or maybe I'm just mentioning the country because tonight features the Bruins looking to complete a historical upset of the Canadians. Well, those would both be good guesses. But I'm really screaming — in print — "Oh Canada!" because of "These Girls," my new favorite movie of all time.
I was at Jack's Bar and Grill last night with friends Jay Kubeck and Brandon Kinne when the Celtics game ended. Then the Mets game ended, and we were left with no sporting events to watch on the big screen. So we flipped the channel over and watched about 15 minutes of an infomercial about the Tobi, the most revolutionary product I've ever fathomed in my life. But that got boring, thank god, and we hit the jackpot.
Keep in mind we were watching the television with only captions, as bad pop music was blaring from the jukebox even at midnight. But on ABC, a little Canadian movie starring David Boreanaz was on. We weren't sure whether "These Girls" was supposed to be funny or not, but basically it's about three young girls (that's them above) who want to have sex, so they blackmail the "hunky" dude (Boreanaz) who lives in their "village" because he's married and has a kid and has already had sex with one of them, and, of course, he grows pot in the backyard. It's about the most perfect plot ever.
The three girls always dress like little kids and ride around on bikes with baskets. They say the funniest lines. Boreanaz attacks his role like Brando would have, and was clearly snubbed an award a couple years back. He's amazing. It makes me want to watch "Bones." And now I know how Caroline Dhavernas earned her role in that odd show where she talked to Jesus through menagerie toys.
Look, you need to go buy this movie. Just do it. I can't vouch for it being as good as I make it sound if you actually watch it with the sound on, but I can tell you that the three of us were literally crying with laughter, and when the bartender shut it off with 20 minutes to go at 1:15 a.m., we ran — literally ran — next door to Jay's house to finish it.
That's it on this end ... for now! I am attending a press luncheon for Arts & Ideas this afternoon, so I'll get back to you guys in a few hours with my first impressions of the lineup. Talk then. But until then, enjoy this:
I was at Jack's Bar and Grill last night with friends Jay Kubeck and Brandon Kinne when the Celtics game ended. Then the Mets game ended, and we were left with no sporting events to watch on the big screen. So we flipped the channel over and watched about 15 minutes of an infomercial about the Tobi, the most revolutionary product I've ever fathomed in my life. But that got boring, thank god, and we hit the jackpot.
Keep in mind we were watching the television with only captions, as bad pop music was blaring from the jukebox even at midnight. But on ABC, a little Canadian movie starring David Boreanaz was on. We weren't sure whether "These Girls" was supposed to be funny or not, but basically it's about three young girls (that's them above) who want to have sex, so they blackmail the "hunky" dude (Boreanaz) who lives in their "village" because he's married and has a kid and has already had sex with one of them, and, of course, he grows pot in the backyard. It's about the most perfect plot ever.
The three girls always dress like little kids and ride around on bikes with baskets. They say the funniest lines. Boreanaz attacks his role like Brando would have, and was clearly snubbed an award a couple years back. He's amazing. It makes me want to watch "Bones." And now I know how Caroline Dhavernas earned her role in that odd show where she talked to Jesus through menagerie toys.
Look, you need to go buy this movie. Just do it. I can't vouch for it being as good as I make it sound if you actually watch it with the sound on, but I can tell you that the three of us were literally crying with laughter, and when the bartender shut it off with 20 minutes to go at 1:15 a.m., we ran — literally ran — next door to Jay's house to finish it.
That's it on this end ... for now! I am attending a press luncheon for Arts & Ideas this afternoon, so I'll get back to you guys in a few hours with my first impressions of the lineup. Talk then. But until then, enjoy this:
1 comment:
To quote R.E.M., "it's the end of the world as we know it.."
Ticket prices for Celine Dion at the new MGM @ Foxwoods are $750, $500, $350 and $200 (these are, I imagine, the proverbial nosebleed seats).
I would editorialize further, but I think this little piece of data speaks for itself. I don't know about you, but I'm going to go outside and see if it's raining locusts from the sky...
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